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Kidung Jemaat
Mark 2:28
Tuhanku Bangkit! Nyanyilah [KJ.211]
1. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah: Haleluya!
Kubur ditinggalkanNya, maut dikalahkanNya.
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah: Haleluya!
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Mrk 16:1-82
2 Tim 1:10
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2. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
Tiga ibu datanglah, tidak menemukanNya.
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
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Mrk 16:1-4
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3. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
Sang malaikat mulia membukakan kuburNya.
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
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Mat 28:2
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4. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
"Jangan takut dan sedih: Yang kaucari t'lah pergi!"
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
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Mrk 16:6
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5. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
"Ingat akan sabdaNya yang pernah diucapNya."
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
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Mrk 16:7
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6. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
"Setelah sengsaraNya Allah memuliakanNya."
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
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Flp 2:9-11
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7. Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
Yang tersalib hiduplah! Kita hidup olehNya!
Tuhanku bangkit! Nyanyilah Haleluya!
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Rm 6:3-4
Kol 2:12
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Hymns
Mark 9:4-7
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[Mar 9:5] Lord Jesus, On The Holy Mount
Lord Jesus, on the holy mount
We would abide with Thee,
Still drinking from the blessèd fount
Of grace, so rich and free. There prophets praise Thy glorious Name,
And deeds which Thou hast done;
And there the Father’s words proclaim
His own belovèd Son. The rays of Thy transfigured face
Beam with such golden light
That we would never leave the place,
Nor lose the heavenly sight. But there is work on earth to do,
The suffering soul to heal;
The harvest great, the laborers few
Thy kingdom to reveal. We may not linger on the mount,
Where bright Thy glories shine;
We may not taste the sacred fount
Of blessedness divine. But let some beams of heavenly light
Make bright our earthly way;
Then grant the beatific sight
Of heaven and endless day. |
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[Mar 9:7] I Love The Voice Divine
I love the voice divine that speaks
The words of life and peace,
That bids the penitent rejoice,
And sin and sorrow cease. No healing balm on earth like this,
Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart. How merciful and kind Thou art
Thy goodness to reveal;
Bind up, O Lord, the broken heart,
The wounded spirit heal. Let Thy bright presence, Lord, restore
Peace to the anxious breast;
Conduct me in the path that leads
To everlasting rest. |
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